"You look egg-xcellent, today," Dean said with a smile on his face, nuzzling sleeping into the crook between Castiel's shoulder and neck, his hands coming up to wrap lazily around the man. Castiel scoffed, smacking Dean's thigh gently with his spatula before flipping the frying eggs, glancing back at the smaller man.

"It is impossible for your jokes to get worse, yet somehow it happens every morning," Castiel huffed, though he had a warm look in his eyes as Dean kissed him good morning.

"You love my damn jokes and you know it," Dean replied, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes when he was surrounded by the smell of Castiel.

So he got cuddly when he first wakes up, sue him.

"Dean? Can I talk to you?" He heard Sam ask and look back, looking at the seven-year-old standing at the doorway. Dean nodded, squeezing Castiel once before he was following Sam into the living room, sitting down on the couch.

"What's wrong, Sammy?" Dean asked, patting the couch beside him in invitation. Sam glanced out the floor, then at the window, chewing on his lip for a moment before he finally met Dean's eyes.

"Are you going to marry Dad?" Sam asked, his eyes darting back down to fiddle with his fingers. It made Dean frown, confusion littering his gaze at Sam's expression. Sam never looked so nervous about a question before. He really preferred to just blurt it out at random and frustrate everyone.

"What's with that all of a sudden, Sammy?" Dean asked, ignoring the question completely instead of responding to it because, honestly, what does Sam expect him to say?

Sam got a petulant look on his face, "Because Gabe said weddings are the best and it would make both of you happy!" Sam squeaked out before falling quiet, his face bright red with embarrassment, not that he was the only one.

Dean coughed, turning his gaze to the window and staring at the sold sign outside of Castiel's old home, "I think it's a little too early to be talking about marriage right now, kiddo," Dean muttered, rubbing the back of his heated neck awkwardly. When he looked at Sam, he felt a bit bad to see the dejected look on his face, but Sam nodded as if he understood.

"Come on, let's eat. It's nothing to get worried over," Dean replied, standing up and nudging Sam towards the kitchen. Castiel was laying out plates of food, unaware of anything that had been said in the living room, and he gave them both reassuring smiles when they walked in.

"Is everything okay?" Castiel asked, sitting at his place at the table. Dean nodded, pulling out his seat and plopping down, taking a large bite of egg before bothering to respond.

"Everything is go-"

"Cas, do you want to marry Dean?" Sam blurted out, and Dean's jaw clamped shut, a blush rushing through his face as Sam decided that now was a time to be his normal self.

Castiel didn't particularly react though, just blink in surprise before he looked back down at his eggs, poking at them. When he looked up, he was smiling, and he looked happier than Dean had ever seen him.

"Of course. I love him, don't I?" Castiel said, reaching his hand across and giving Dean a gentle squeeze on his hand, leaving Dean flushing bright red and choking on liquidy egg yolk.

Sam's proud smirk was what greeted Dean after he finally found the ability to breathe again, glaring at the seven-year-old despite that it had no effect. Dean's hand wrapped tightly on Castiel's and he slowly took a drink of water, being careful not to choke again.

"Did I say something wrong?" Castiel asked, his eyes squinting in confusion, but Sam didn't answer, scarfing down his eggs and grabbing his backpack.

"It's time for the bus! Bye, Dad! Bye, Dad!" Sam said brightly, and Dean glared at him until the door closed completely behind him.

"Damn kid will be the death of me," Dean huffed, standing up and dragging Castiel out of his chair.

"Dean?" Castiel asked, following after him with furrowed brows. Dean didn't look back until they reached the living room. He pushed Castiel onto the couch before walking to the front facing window, watching Sam standing in the driveway, waiting patiently for his school bus to arrive.

"Dean? Is something wrong?" Castiel asked, but Dean refused to answer, not until the large yellow bus pulled up and Sam climbed the stairs.

"Did you mean what you said? Do you want to get married?" Dean asked, looking back at Castiel with hope-filled eyes.

Castiel merely smiled, and Dean had never felt so in love with him as he did just then.

"I would love to get married, Dean," Castiel said, ending up with a lapful of Dean Winchester.

Hands caressed Castiel's cheeks, and Dean leaned closer, sealing their words with a kiss. 

End.